Here I Am

I didn't realize it had been almost a month since I sat down and wrote. Time sure flies. I actually only noticed how long it had been because I got a comment from someone I don't even know. Turns out it was Gnat. Very funny guy and a very talented artist. I was so excited.

He had an interesting post up today. It was listing 8 random facts about yourself and trying to get 8 others to do the same. I don't think I know 8 people to send this to so I'll just list 8 things for the enjoyment of the 2 other people that read my blog.

1. I am about as graceful as a drunk on roller skates. Cases in point: broke arm at 7 (running backwards trying to chase my dog), broke leg at 12 (walking down a stair, yes I said stair, not stairs), many sprains (just walking across the floor), casts, then surgery on my ankle at 16, split my head open at 31 (fainted from being sick).

2. I have only dated one person in my life and that is my husband. We met when I was 14 and he was my first date ever. We have been together ever since.

3. The one addiction I have in my life is Dr. Pepper. My husband and I had the bright idea to give up soft drinks for Lent one year. For you non-Catholics, Lent is the time between Ash Wednesday and Easter, about 40 days. It was the longest 40 days in my life. I was like a crack addict going through withdrawal. I would sit and stare at people who had Dr. Pepper and start to salivate with this crazed look in my eye. I think I might have scared a few people.

4. My boobs are huge. I have to go to a specialty shop to buy my bras. No $9.99 clearance bras at Wal-Mart for me. Nooo, I have to pay $40 for a strange old lady to measure me and stand around topless in a dressing room waiting for her to bring me a bra that my two year old son can fit his head in.

5. I love to go shooting. I own a Kahr 9 millimeter and I am a pretty good shot . Pretty good meaning if you come up on me and my kids and try to harm us we will be the only ones walking away from the encounter.

6. My biggest fear is probably death. I can not go to funerals and the thought of my own death, as well as those closest to me, terrifies me. Morbid, I know, I'm running out of things to write.

7. I get severely car sick. On our honeymoon we planned a trip to The Red Apple Inn in Greer's Ferry, Arkansas. I was so sick by the time we got there that there almost was no "wedding night" to speak of.

8. I sleep on my stomach with my toes hanging off the end of the bed, and usually with one foot out from under the covers. My husband HATES this.

Incoming!!!

I was having a fairly good morning as far as mornings go. No major breakfast incidents with the children. Normally I would have already cleaned up 2 spilled juice cups, at least 1 bowl of cereal from the floor, and broken up 5 fights of, "Moooom, he's eating my cereal........Momma, she got more than me.......Mom, he's eating his food and then showing it to everybody again." You get the picture.

Colin, the two year old, did happen to spill his juice, but not an entire cup full as usual. I had reached above the sink to get my bottle of orange scented Pine Sol to wipe the mess up.

Oh, by the way, there just happened to be a bowl of Double Cheeseburger Macaroni Hamburger Helper soaking in the sink from last night. If you happen to be a connoisseur of the famed Hamburger Helper, and you also don't always do your dishes immediately after dinner, you will know it does not smell nice the next morning.

As I went to grab for my bottle it slipped out of my hands and landed, oh yes, right in that nasty bowl of soaking cheese/noodle/hamburger/water. Let me tell you, you would have thought a bomb exploded in that sink. I should have ducked and covered. That water shot 5 feet in the air, as well as out of the sink, all over me. I was covered in that nastiness.

I'm going to bathe now.

I Feel So Loved

My dear, oldest, child Gracie is truthful, almost to a fault. She is the sweetest, kindest, child, of any I know, and would never hurt anyone intentionally. She does, however, tell it like it is.

We were in the van today and the subject of the hospital came up. Now, I was in the hospital for a week back in March of this year after being very ill for 3 weeks prior. While I was in the hospital my mother-in-law brought the children to see me toward the end of my stay.

Gracie says "I'm sorry I didn't come see you more at the hospital when you were there." I told her it was ok. It wasn't like she could drive herself up there. She then says "Well, Mrs. Lora and Nina asked if I wanted to go but I said no." I see her fidgeting in her seat and I don't want her feeling guilty and upset that she didn't come see me. I try to make her feel better.

"Gracie, it's ok. I know it was scary when I was in the hospital. You probably didn't want to see me hurt and........."

"No, momma, I was just having too much fun. I was playing and I didn't want to leave. Is that ok?"

"Yes honey, that's ok."

That's my Gracie!